“People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage
I love that despite having the tendency to leave socks scattering on the floor, you’re not anal about how neat things should be thus I get to melepak malas once in a while. I love that you crack me up all the time with your sarcasm and passion for making fun of people although sometimes I’m the victim. I love that although you’d be on at least 2 business phone calls every time we have meals together, you still choose to enjoy your meals with me.
I love that we still bersembang like there’s no tomorrow because I think good conversation is hugely important. I love that you value my views and thoughts thus making me feel important and smart. I love that despite having only helped me changed our baby’s diaper just once, you’re really good with him and I’d be a proud mother if our son turns out just like you one day.
I love that you recognize my need for a good career and supports me in any path I choose. I love that you support my desire for a creative outlet and let me use your shiznit room to bake my diaper cakes, although I’d much prefer my own craft room, so yeah, let’s clean up our store room, shall we? I love that we’re opening up a firm together and although you’re the boss and I’m just the kuli, please be reminded that I do your laundry and if you garang-garang then no clean baju for you tau. And yeah, the house that you love going home to, that’s surely gonna be messy too.
I love that despite having Saya-Macho-Tak-Jiwang reputation to maintain, you posted a picture of us together on Facebook and Twitter today and yes I know, that’s as far as your PDA will go and I love you for that. I love that you tell me I’m beautiful although I know you know it’s the safest default answer to give when your wife asks you, “Siapa cantik, Neelofa or me?” I love that I can discuss beautiful woman (and man!) with you and not feeling weird about it.
I love that I have a best friend in you, someone I could confide in and share my days with. I love that you’re comfortable sharing your gross poop stories with me although I could certainly live without them. I love that your bigness and strength make me feel safe and although it makes you sound like a harbour and me a ship, I know you know what I mean.
I love that you’re an awesome son because really, I believe how a man treats his mother says a lot about him. I love that despite your humble childhood, you’re a hardworking, ambitious and positive person to the core. I love that after all these years, I cannot imagine a world without you and your scattered socks, politically incorrect jokes, weird sense of humour, optimistic dreams, and everything that you are. Happy 4th anniversary.
Forever yours; Wifey.